by Stacey Lynn
“Oh.” Crimson stained her cheeks.
I rolled off her and waited until she listened, running my hand down her spine while she moved. “How does it feel?”
“I like it,” she muttered. “It hurt, but when you were inside me, everything was more intense.”
“Good. We’ll use it frequently until you’re ready for my cock.”
“How do you do that?”
“What?” I asked, feigning innocence.
Still on her hands and knees, she glanced over her shoulder. “Go from nice guy to Dom in a second. You keep me off balance and I never know what I’m going to get.”
I pressed my hand between her shoulder blades until she dropped her chest and head to the mattress.
“I know.”
She scowled at me and I grinned again. Keeping her off balance was part of the fun for me. It meant things wouldn’t become predictable and she couldn’t plan her responses.
I removed the plug slowly and pressed kisses over her ass cheeks. “Don’t move.”
I took everything to the bathroom and dropped them on the counter before starting to fill the corner soaking tub I’d installed when I upgraded the master bathroom. I left the bathroom and went down to the kitchen, started a pot of coffee, and returned to the bedroom. She was exactly where I’d left her, ass still in the air.
“Let’s get you to the bathtub so you can soak your abused ass.” I walked over to her and helped her up. “Are you sore anywhere? In pain?”
“No. Tender maybe, but I don’t hurt.”
Pity. “I guess we have more work today then, don’t we?” I teased. I set her on her feet and swatted her ass. When she reached the bathroom, I called out, “And just think, you haven’t even seen my play room here yet.”
“What?” Her jaw dropped and I pressed my hands to my hips, fully aware I was semi-hard and totally naked. Her gaze dropped and she licked her lips.
“You heard me. If you’re good, I’ll show you later. Now get in the tub and start bathing. I’ll join you when the coffee’s done.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Chloe
I closed my eyes and rested my head against the edge of the tub. Last night and this morning had been more than I’d ever imagined. Being in Simon’s home, wanted and taken and used in all the ways he’d handled me, devastated every sense I had of submission while at the same time, knitted it together.
I wanted this. I wanted submission in more than occasional kinky playtime. I wanted to bow my head and greet him on my knees when he walked in from work. In only a couple of weeks, I was tied to Simon in a way I couldn’t comprehend relating to anyone else, even another Dom. Simon had been all I’d wanted for years and the reality was far more sensational than the fantasy I’d had of him and what I’d even begun to think submitting to him might mean.
Thinking of him in the bathtub got me hot, and I ran my fingers over my breasts. My nipples were sore and tender from him pulling on them, my abs sore, and every time I shifted, my ass stung from him stretching it. Through all the lingering aches, I smiled while I relived the memories.
Simon’s voice drifted through the open bathroom door. I opened my eyes as he walked in, dressed only in a pair of plaid flannel pajama pants that hung low on his hips. I took in the sprinkling of his chest hair, the trail going from his belly button to below his waistband. I wanted my hands on him, my mouth wrapped around him. I wanted to drive him insane with pleasure like he did for me.
“Yes,” he said, speaking into the phone. “She’ll be ready in an hour. Yes, it’s acceptable to me.”
My brows pulled together as he spoke, grinning at me. “What?” I mouthed.
He winked. “You have two hours with her and I expect you to return her to me in a good attitude.”
His voice dropped as he spoke and I tried to figure out what he was talking about but before any of his conversation made sense, he tossed his phone onto the bathroom counter. He handed me a cup of coffee he was holding in his other hand.
“Feeling okay?”
I wrapped my hands around the steaming, warm mug and took a sip. “Who was it?”
“Gabby. I forgot to mention it to you last night. When you were talking with Master Dylan, she asked if she could take you out for brunch today with another sub, Haley.”
“Why?”
“To talk to you, answer any questions you have. She knows you’re new to the lifestyle and she wants to help you. Plus, she and Dylan still feel horrible about what happened to you.”
I had forgotten all about my conversation with Dylan, and any memories of the pain I’d taken the first time I went to the club had evaporated last night by the time Simon and I left.
“That’s nice of her.”
I thought of Gabby, the way Dylan had pulled on her collar and leashed her, threatening her punishment with amusement in his voice. The way she’d seemed to want the punishment. I remembered the leash she had clipped to her before Dylan led her away. It should have been humiliating to her, yet she’d clearly enjoyed it.
“Gabby is nice. She and Dylan have been in a relationship for years and there isn’t a more knowledgeable slave you could speak to. And Haley has only been in the lifestyle for less than a year. From what I know about her, she’s sweet and kind. You have nothing to worry about.”
“I wasn’t worried. I was thinking.”
He sat at the edge of the tub and ran his fingertip along my shoulder then across the front of my throat. I shivered at his gentle touch, like he knew what I’d been thinking. “About?”
“Gabby.” I took another sip of my coffee and shifted in the tub. The water was starting to cool.
“What about her?” I hesitated and he pressed his thumb to my chin, forcing me to face him. “Tell me.”
My mouth had gone dry and more coffee wouldn’t help. I set it down on the edge of the tub next to him and tried to gather my thoughts. His hand wrapped into my hair and he tugged my head back.
“I was thinking about her leash and her collar. The way Dylan pulled her through the club.”
“What about it?” he asked after a moment. His Adam’s apple dipped slowly and his tone lowered. If I wasn’t mistaken, his jaw clenched tighter. “Did you like it?”
Breathless, I whispered, “I think maybe, I liked the idea of it.”
“Being treated like an animal? Is that what you want? To crawl and be tugged by a collar?”
His gray eyes turned stormy and I didn’t know whether he was aroused or upset. I didn’t know how to answer, or if I should back backtrack and take it all away.
“I don’t know.”
“Want to find out?” A glint of something wicked flashed in his eyes.
My body chilled, not from the water. I hadn’t crossed anything like that off when we’d done our contract. And here he was, offering me something else to explore. There was no way to find out if I wanted it without trying.
“Maybe.”
Simon rolled his lips together, his eyes dropping to my pebbled nipples, my body exposed through the water.
“Get out of the tub then, sub.” His demeanor changed. The wicked glint turned domineering. Despite the cooling bath water, an ache bloomed at the center of my thighs.
He stood from the tub and twisted, grabbing a towel from the heated rack before turning back and holding it for me.
I had a moment to decide if this was something I wanted to do, but what did I have to lose? I stepped out of the tub and he wrapped me in the towel, tucking it between my breasts before putting space between us.
“When you’re done drying yourself, come to the bedroom.” He opened the door to the bathroom, glanced at me over his shoulder. “And do it crawling, naked. Kneel when you’re at the edge of the bed. Present yourself to me.”
This w
as insane. Who asked to be treated like an animal like he’d described? Gabby’s blissful expression being led away flashed in my mind and the answer came to me.
This girl did.
“Yes, sir.” I nodded. “I will sir, and thank you for the towel.”
I quickly dried off, using the towel to squeeze the excess water out of my hair. The wet hair on my back cooled my skin, and I used my fingers to comb through my locks.
Dropping to the floor, I cringed at the coolness of the tile as my knees and palms pressed against it. It was hard and unyielding on my knees and they ached as I crawled across the bathroom into the bedroom. I didn’t sense him in the bedroom when I entered, but I kept my head facing forward, toward where he’d directed me. Once I was in position, I lifted myself to my knees. Assuming he’d come from that direction, I turned toward the door leading to his hallway, and kneeled like he’d taught me. Naked, knees wide, hands clasped behind my back. I dropped my head and waited.
Perhaps I’d made a mistake in mentioning a collar. Collared subs were typically owned, the significance of the collar highly regarded, equally if not more so, than a wedding ring. It signified commitment to not only each other, but to full submission for as long as the Dom or Master held the key to the lock. Simon and I were just training. At some point, he’d give me over to another Dom.
Tears stung my eyes and I quickly sniffed them back just as he stepped into the room.
I dropped my gaze so he couldn’t see the emotions I knew were so clearly visible on my face.
“Why did you like the collar, sub?”
Rolling my shoulders back to relax, I shook my head. “I’m not sure, sir. It might just be because it was obvious how much she trusted him. How much he loved her.”
The admission made my eyes sting again. The revelation hit me swift and deep. I wanted what they had and I wanted it with Simon. I loved Simon, it was a love deeper than a crush and I’d loved him for so long I knew now it would never fade.
“I see.” He didn’t. He couldn’t.
I would have to find a way to hide my feelings for him.
“Crawl to me.”
“Sir?”
“You heard me. Yellow or red or do what you’re told.”
I’d already discarded the option of safe-wording. Falling forward, I placed my palms on the carpet and slowly moved toward him. My movements were stiff and uncertain, the carpet rough beneath me, but as I moved closer, warmth fell over me, something I hadn’t expected. This didn’t feel demeaning or embarrassing like I’d anticipated. Simon asked me to do this and I trusted him. Submitting to him allowed me to get outside my own mind, to think of him and pleasing him, and when I was in the right headspace, all the fragmented pieces inside of me clicked together.
I reached him and stayed where I was, unsure if I was supposed to kneel.
“Turn around.”
My nerves frazzled. He kept me on edge and flipped the game so frequently I never knew what to expect.
When I was in position, his warm hand pressed against my shoulder blades. “Face and breasts on the ground, arms flat by your feet. I want to see your ass.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered and dropped my face to the carpet. As soon as I was where he’d told me to be, he popped open a bottle of lube. “Sir?”
“It’s a smaller plug, more of a training one and softer. I want you wearing it while you’re at brunch so not a single second goes by where you’re not thinking about me, or what I’m going to do to you when you return to me, but it shouldn’t cause you any pain.”
He shoved a finger and then two into me, thickly lubed and warm. A thousand blissful sensations flooded me while he stretched me. The only contact we had were his fingers inside my ass, but my pussy heated, and my clit pulsed. He pulled out his finger and as soon as it was gone, a harder, cooler instrument pressed against me. It was larger than his finger, definitely smaller than what he’d used earlier. He worked it in patiently, pressing in and pulling out, fucking me with the plug.
My hands curled, the desire to touch myself suddenly overwhelming.
“Doing okay, sub?”
I groaned as the plug slid inward again. “Yes, sir.”
He moved his fingers around to my front, ran them through my pussy, pressed against my clit. “Dripping. You’re going to go mindless when I take your ass, Little Bird.”
At the return of the endearment, I sank further into the floor. It was all I needed—him and the sweet connection between us.
“But I’m not making you come yet.” He pulled his fingers away and stepped to my side. “I believe I promised you a view of my play room earlier, and you don’t have much time until you leave.”
I began pushing off the carpet but he dropped a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. “Did I say you could stand?”
“No, sir.” Adrenaline mixed with fear threatened to choke me. Yellow spun through my mind. I could still say it. I could still back out.
But if I did, how would I know what I was capable of?
“You’ll crawl. Down the hall, second door on the right. I will follow you so I can see your plugged ass as you move.”
I knew it was coming. I’d already agreed. In a way, I wanted it. I craved his eyes on me however I could get them.
“Beautiful,” he crooned as I crawled to the door. “Your ass, the little jewel at the end of the plug. Even from behind you I can see how turned on you are.”
The further I crawled, the hotter I became, feeling his eyes on me, knowing I was pleasing him. He pushed me outside my comfort zone but never far enough to truly scare me. Last night he’d proven he could be trusted with all of me. I was pleasing him, and the choice to do so, knowing it was truly my choice, spread warmth to the deepest parts of my chest.
I stopped at the doorway he’d mentioned and he gently nudged my foot with his. “Enter and kneel, but off your heels. Lift your head and look around.”
I entered the room and lifted off my hands to my knees, keeping my back straight. In front of me was a spanking bench, two-leveled where I could kneel on the short platform and fold over the high one, or he could have me stand and rest over the tall part. There was a table that looked like a cross between a massage table and medical table in a doctor’s office. Almost exactly the same as what Selia had lain on last night. In the far corner, a leather swing hung from a bolt in the ceiling and in the other, a pole that could have been a stripper pole, except it was covered in black leather and adorned with handles at various heights.
Holy shit. I drank it all in, blood rushing from my face. He hadn’t been kidding. This wasn’t a playroom, but his own dungeon. In the center of a wall to my left was an armoire. He’d taken the time to open the doors and inside were various paddles and whips. Floggers and belts. Beneath the doors were three closed drawers.
“What do you think, sub?”
I didn’t know where to begin. “It’s a lot.”
“I’m so pleased with your willingness to let go for me, Chloe. If we had the time, I’d love to redden your ass before you leave so between my marks and the plug, I’d never be out of your thoughts.”
“You wouldn’t be anyway, sir.” I glanced at the bench again. Would he take me there?
“Look at me.” I did, the roughness in his tone too heavy and thick to ignore. “Do you want to play a bit before you leave?”
The glint in his eye returned and he walked to the armoire, pulled out a braided flogger like I’d answered him.
“Your cheeks are flushed and your chest is heavy like you’re close to coming,” he said, turning back to me. “Your desire to play is written on your face so clearly you don’t even need words.”
He read me like a book. I wanted whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it. I couldn’t deny it, wouldn’t bother trying.
“Where would you l
ike me, sir?”
“Go to the pole you were almost drooling over. You may walk if you’d like.”
At eye level, there were two silver handles. Matching ones were higher on the sides and just below. “Grip the ones at the bottom.”
They were about waist high and when I grabbed them, my ass would stick out. Blowing out a breath, relaxing, I did as I was told. I spread my legs and bent over.
“This is a punishment pole,” Simon said from behind me. The flogger brushed against my back so gently it almost tickled. He danced it up and down the length of my back, down the curve of my ass while he continued speaking. “I could put you over the bench, but that’d be too easy. This will make your balance harder. This flogger is braided with knots at the end. If I hit you hard enough, it could tear your skin, but don’t worry. We’ll take it easy for now, a warm-up for later. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
His hand replaced the flogger, hot and firm on the center of my back. “You okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Very well, then.”
The leather returned to my back, a gentle long stroke where every trail of the braids grazed across my entire back. Each swish promising pleasure like never before. He returned, moving it the other way, and continued, brushing the leather back and forth.
He was teasing me, priming me for what was to come next. Between the lyrical tone in his voice as he crooned with praise, I went mindless. It was already difficult to focus, the sensation so soft and maddening, so much worse than the feather last night had been.
The leather made me brainless.
The flogger landed on my ass again, this time with more force. It knocked me off balance and I dug my heels into the carpet. As he continued flogging me, the plug jolted with every sting. My pussy burned with need, my own aroused scent filled the air as lash after lash landed on my ass, my thighs, just above my knees.
“Simon, sir!” I cried out after a particularly brutal lash.